’Let’s go.’ And so the friends departed— And on arrival duly meet That sometimes heavy, but good-hearted, Old-fashioned Russian welcome treat. The social ritual never changes: The hostess artfully arranges On little dishes her preserves, And on her covered table serves A drink of lingonberry flavour. With folded arms, along the hall, The maids have gathered, one and all, To glimpse the Larins’ brand new neighbour; While in the yard their men reproach Onegin’s taste in horse and coach.
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